TERRY GIÁNG TIÊN NGUYỄN
Judd Country (Marfa, Texas) To stop time, first flee the city. Erect concrete boxes among cacti for the high desert past is present, plexiglass, and plywood— Iron fists pinching aluminum hands, useless is man’s made clock here. To birth his meticulous vision, a man-artist set obstinate gaze upon hay fields thawing marigold hues & bore witness to the sunset still- life of his posthumous landscape. Art at the twilight of infinity: fifteen untitled windows to wonder. Do not touch the art do not get too close they beg, touch brings desecration to sacred dimension I plunge hand into hollow non-space of box no touch just heat grazing, aluminum grasping, space feeling beyond feel— Allow me to wonder of the atomic distinctions between man material life object body box decay time.